Letra de PIMP TALK - Destroy Lonely

I'm with 88 (88)

Yeah

The bitch want dollars (Want dollars), yeah, the ho gon' get it (Woah)

Yeah, yeah, a milli' plus (Plus), yeah, a young nigga spent it (Spent it)

Yeah, yeah, the crib so plush-plush, huh, check how I'm livin' (Livin', yeah)

My diamonds look like Skittles (Skittles), every color different (Different, yeah)

Yeah, my bitch a lil' squirter (Lil' squirter), her sister a lil' spitter (Lil' spitter, yeah)

My brother locked up for murder (Murder), yeah, free all of my killers (Yeah, yeah)

Hell nah, I ain't worried, yeah, I'm a top floor nigga (Yeah)

Hell nah, you can't get this sauce, this shit here expensive

Yeah, this bitch here expensive (Yeah)

This wrist here expensive (Yeah)

This Rick pair expensive (Yeah)

This shit here expensive (Money)

All my ice, all my ice bite, think it's grizzly (Yeah)

Shawty, ride, munch, Ice Spice, she damn near bit me (Yeah)

I'm with 88, dropped a hunnid thousand on this tennis (Yeah)

Lil' bitch, I'm trippin', yes, I'm going Scottie, ain't talkin' Pippen (Yeah)

I just gave yo' bitch my rod, man, I ain't talkin' Dennis (Yeah)

I'm on top, let's get it, check out all these bitches, damn, I'm limpin'

Check how I'm whippin', V12 in my engine, shit ain't rented (Skrrt)

I pour purple in it, feelin' a lil' dizzy, I ain't tipsy (Yeah)

My head keep spinnin', I keep on forgettin' different women (Baby Money; yeah)

And my windows tinted, lights off in the mansion, keep 'em dim lit (Baby)

Yeah (Baby Money), yeah

Lil Money life, yeah (Lil Money life)

The bitch want dollars, yeah, the ho gon' get it

Woah, yeah, a milli' plus, yeah, a young nigga spent it (Spent it)

Yeah, yeah, the crib so plush-plush, huh, check how I'm livin' (Livin', yeah)

My diamonds look like Skittles (Skittles), every color different (Different, yeah)

Yeah, my bitch a lil' squirter (Lil' squirter), her sister a lil' spitter (Lil' spitter, yeah)

My brother locked up for murder (Murder), yeah, free all of my killers (Yeah, yeah)

Hell nah, I ain't worried, yeah, I'm a top floor nigga (Top floor, yeah)

Hell nah, you can't get this sauce, this shit here expensive

Yeah, this bitch here expensive (Yeah)

This wrist here expensive (Yeah)

This Rick pair expensive (Yeah)

This shit here expensive (Money)

88

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